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[gement]

I had one of those weird dreams where my mother was acting like a bad parody, doing things my real mother would never do, but that I seem to secretly fear, because they appear perfectly in character at the time.

This time I dreamed she was offering moral support while I dealt with my junk. She actually does this, at my invitation. The part that she wouldn't do: She nudged me to hurry by reaching into a box full of junky looking paper, pulling out a handful, and cheerfully saying that I didn't need this stuff anymore, so it should go in the trash.

I woke up screaming/whispering at the top of my lungs: Stay the FUCK out of the decision to destroy my property. That's the box of papers to save. Which it was. The box really exists, and looks like garbage, and I don't know what to do with it, but I know that it's Not To Be Thrown Out.

So, some underlying tension there that I should look at.

In other news, I thought of an eccentricity that I realized may be particular to me and me alone, so I figured I would share.

I have assigned each suit of the standard card deck to one of the Narnia siblings, in a way that has turned out to be consistent with tarot interpretations of the same suits. When putting up Solitaire stacks, I try to put them in age order and finish with my favorites (Lucy and Peter) last.

Lucy=Hearts, Edmund=Clubs, Susan=Diamonds, Peter=Spades.

I'm pretty sure that some other people do the "favorites last" thing. This is a holdover from childhood and only comes up when I'm playing Solitaire games, not card games with other people.

Please, share your compulsive eccentricities. I'm curious.

I made this list a few days ago, and then didn't get around to posting it, but now I'm drowning in other people's copies, so I'll just get it out of my system.

Put the full playlist on random shuffle, see what spits out in ten songs. (I actually went through 12; two Pet Shop Boys went by, and I skip any Blind Guardian that's not the Ring song.) Yes, I have a musical track that I picked up from the Cam Toreador list in here. I am a big big geek.

1. Divinyls - I Touch Myself
2. TMBG - Till My Head Falls Off (I'm Not Done)
3++. Pet Shop Boys - Always on my Mind (& West End Girls)
4. Lost in Twilight - Tranquility Before the Storm
5. David Bowie - Within You
5.5. Blind Guardian - The Minstrel (I usually skip Blind Guardian)
6. Paul Simon - Call Me Al
7. Some Cam Member - Eulogy for Andrew St. John (saxophone solo)
8. Blessed Union of Souls - Hey, Leonardo (She Likes Me For Me)
9. Rob D - Clubbed2Death (Or were you looking at the woman in red?)
10. The Razor Skyline - Circle the Stars

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[annissamazing]

Compulsive eccentricities...

I can't stand to have the tips of my fingers touched. I can't stand to see people putting their hands together so that each fingers touches the other finger in the exact same spot. I get wiggy just thinking about it. Watching Mr. Burns say "eeexcelleent" putting his fingers together on the Simpsons is, to me, like hearing someone scratch a chalkboard.

[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

hooboy, lessee.
I only eat M&M's in color pairs.
Almost any sound involving food makes me want to leave the room, particularly the sound of fluid gurgling out of a bottle.
When I'm walking on tile I not only don't step on cracks, I try and always walk in knight moves (we're talking chess, here.)
there are a lot of others but those are the ones that jump to mind.

[cristoforio.livejournal.com]

I always rinse and dry the blade of my can opener after use, as I hate the thought of food building up on it.
When playing Solitaire, I try to stack them "Spade, Heart, Club, Diamond." When I play Spider Solitaire, I try to either continue or mirror whatever stacking pattern appeared in the first four stacks.

I'm sure you could point out others in me that I'm not recognizing right off the bat. :)

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[annissamazing]

"I always rinse and dry the blade of my can opener after use."

That's just good common sense. :) I've seen my share of gunked up can openers.

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[gfish.livejournal.com]

Starting during the more stressful periods of late gradeschool, I walked always stepping with my right foot first into a new floor area. Any major transition or division counted. Luckily I was able to count small tiles as all one region, though there I still had to be careful to put the tips of my feet well into the tiles and not touch the cracks. Large sidewalk blocks counted. Stairways as a whole counted. I still do a double step at the bottom of the main staircase in my parent's house, because it has an odd number of steps. Other than that it was pretty much gone by the end of high school.

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[gement.livejournal.com]

When I think of it, I still have some particular habits involving sidewalk cracks, now that you mention it. Not so much sidewalks anymore, but crosswalk lines still hold my attention.

I will try to land my arch squarely over the line or else center my foot between two lines. Most crosswalk and sidewalk lines are set up at a spacing that allows for either doing one of those consistently or alternating (center/crack/center, etc.).

[samvimes.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Yes, this is me. Being fascinated by lines and cracks on the floor/street, wanting to put my feet down at certain places in relation to those lines...

When I climb stairs, I compulsively count them. Our house has fourteen steps--counting the top one (second floor) but not the first floor. The first house my parents had built, which I lived in when I went to elementary school, had thirteen. I found the odd number disturbing. I liked to start with the right foot, so I'd end on the right foot when I reached the top--for some reason, I thought it was better to end on the right foot.

I do other little OCD-ish things, like wanting all my dollar bills to face the same way in my wallet.

Some of my friends laughed at me when I rode with them in the car the other day, because I wasn't prepared to buckle my seatbelt until I had made an almighty effort to straighten it out. It had a half-twist in it, and I couldn't get it straight, dammit...